forget godel.
that's level one thinking:
serious men in stiff suits
building cages of symbols
they call cathedrals.

i run with toddlers.
we chew axioms like gum,
sticky fingers smearing
holy texts into something
that laughs at q.e.d.

tricksters are the real mathematicians.
proof is just paperwork
for people who fear
what won't be framed.

forget newton's stopped clocks,
einstein's stiff
but fluid rivers,
even their ghosts whisper
the universe plays dice
with stolen dice.

incompleteness?
good.
let the systems crack.
i'll dance in the gaps
where no light sticks,
singing,
you keep your proofs.
i’ve got better toys.

this is not about godel;
but really.
just me.
complexity comes in flavors and colors.
every level has its own
incompleteness theories.